I vish I sing like ze
birds. I vish I have vings, and I go vay high in ze sky, vare ze stars
be. Gott make ze stars, and Georgy say dot zey shine vay down in ze
vater, he see zem dare; and von time I tell him dot he vill get me von
mit hees hook vot he catch ze fishes mit; but he laugh and say dot he
cannot. But I tink I see ze stars ven I come im Himmel mit"--
"Im Himmel! Where is that, Jakey? Where is Himmel?"
"Vy! you not know dot? Himmel bees vare Gott live."
I caught him down from the gate in my arms, and nearly smothered him
with kisses.
Then he put his bands up and felt my face over, so softly and tenderly,
that I fancied his little creeping fingers reading there every thought
in my heart; and finally, clasping his loving arms around my neck, he
said, in a voice hardly above a whisper,--
"I love you,--you love me?"
"I do indeed love you, you dear lamb," I said; but I could hardly speak,
my voice was so choked with tears. Perceiving this, he rested his little
hand softly on my cheek again, and whispered timidly,--
"Vy for you cry?"
But hearing some one approaching, and fearing to be disturbed, I took
his little hand in mine and led him away, across the park, to a seat
under the big mulberry, where I held him long and lovingly on my lap, as
I did often afterwards, while coaxing from his sweet lips the following
chapters of his strange little life.
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